In the early morning, Xu Yu couldn't help but go to Xu Run's house. Mr. Sheng Zhu Hao and others were invited, and the famous scholar Jin Pu said some admiration to each other.

Xu Zhu introduced Lao Wang, who sold books, to everyone. In fact, most of the scholars present knew him. He was a celebrity merchant in the streets of the Imperial College and Gongyuan. He was called Fatty Wang. He had a round figure and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. He was a scholar.

Xu Yu was also sold books by Fatty Wang, and he was very familiar with him. He asked with a smile: "I heard that you are the master of the main hall. So please ask me, are you eating vegetarian food today or eating meat?"

Fatty Wang smiled and said, "Second Young Master, you are deliberately trying me. Hehe, the gods also eat meat, don't just need onions and garlic."

Xu Run immediately ordered: "So that's it. If the housekeeper continues, there is no need for onions and garlic for today's dishes."

Why don’t gods eat onion and garlic? They think they have a breath? Or are they like the Western world, and ghosts and gods hate garlic with strong smells?

At this time, Su Lan Huifang accompanied Qin Yan to slowly come out. Xu Yu glanced at Qin Yan and didn't say anything. Xu Run said, "Let's go to the building to have meal first."

He led everyone into the inner house and walked into the specially arranged small building. Because of his parents' skills in managing the family, Xu Run's family was a wealthy man. Therefore, the decorations in the building were very exquisite, with windows on all sides and three tables of banquets on the first floor.

There are many antiques, calligraphy and paintings in the building. Fatty Wang couldn't help but look at this and touch it. He sold antiques all his life and knew that these toys in the Xu family were all good things, so he was very envious.

When I walked to the window and looked out, I saw the continuous houses of Xu Mansion behind me, with countless pavilions and towers located in them, which were as beautiful as poetry and picturesque. Wang Fatty said that the gardens of the salt merchants who made their fortune in Yangzhou were extremely luxurious, but how could they compare to this place? It really felt like a witch.

The Xu family is so rich, you can imagine how the Xu family is? When he thinks of this, his attitude towards Xu Yu became even more flattering and attentive.

After dinner, Xu Run ordered the banquet to be taken down, drank fragrant tea and rinsed his mouth, tidied up his clothes and crowns, and everyone came upstairs.

The second floor was lit with lily fragrance, and a faint fragrance was everywhere. A layer of clean fine sand was laid on the altar in the middle, and a fairy spirit that was indistinguishable from male and female was placed.

Fatty Wang swept his hippie smile, walked up to pray devoutly, and kowtowed nine times to Xianshi in a row. He got up and burned some flying cloud talismans, Qingfeng talismans, Xian crane talismans, etc.

Everyone looked at this scene curiously, because due to the Confucian attitude of respecting ghosts and gods and distant, their expressions seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied.

About a stick of incense was gone. Suddenly, Fatty Wang said, "I want to ask two fairy boys to write the spirit."

Xu Run hurriedly said, "Feng'er Qing'er, you two go."

Two book boys, who were about ten years old, walked forward hesitantly and supported the fairy spirit according to Fatty Wang's instructions. After a while, there was no reaction. Fatty Wang knelt down and kowtowed again, then burned several talismans to urge him.

The two book children just held them blankly, and suddenly everyone exclaimed, and the spirit was trembling. The book children Feng'er raised his hand and the fairy spirit turned automatically. The hand holding the wooden pen drew a lot of circles on the sand, which scared the two book children to jump away quickly, and at the same time showed a confused expression. You looked at me. I looked at you, and I suspected that the other party was turning.

Everyone else seemed to have seen it, and there was nothing surprised, but the look at Fatty Wang was a little more awe. Only Xu Yu was thinking about what mechanism was installed in it.

Spiritual writing is a divination technique originated from China. It first appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period. After the Western Han Dynasty, many prophecies and divination books appeared. Taoist masters inherited their skills, and wrote spirits and pens. Relying on the Taoist scriptures created by gods, they began to emerge in large numbers during the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

In the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, the trend of divination and spirit writing became more and more popular. The works of ancient people accounted for a considerable part of the existing Taoist scriptures. In short, some Taoist scholars rely on this method to create Taoist scriptures such as the "Shangqing True Sutra" and create religious colors that were taught by gods.

Therefore, the prosperity of spirit writing is absolutely related to cultural knowledge. Without a certain level of cultural standards, it is impossible to play with this. Scholars are the most enthusiastic, and talented women in the boudoir are particularly fond of. Throughout the dynasties, such as Li Shangyin, Lu You, Shen Kuo, Hong Mai, Ji Xiaolan, etc., have described spirit writing in detail.

The statue of the god is still moving and looks very magical. Xu Yu speculated that it was probably a device similar to a tumbler. What's even more magical is that the strokes on the sand are vertical and horizontal, and gradually two characters are formed.

These two words must be formed randomly and will not be the same every time. First, the ancients believed that there was God's will in the dark, and second, it would be necessary to test the master's knowledge ability. Everyone is looking forward to it, but in fact it is the same as the fortune teller's principle.

Someone had sharp eyes and found that it was a word "zhu" and a word "zhen". Seven or eight words gradually appeared one after another. Fatty Wang remembered it in his heart and soon got two seven-character poems.

Fatty Wang sold books for his whole life, and had a large number of related poems as references. He slowly took a pen and wrote on rice paper: "Pearls are chariots, jades are wheels, and I went to invite the real master of the Yaotai, and asked my mother in front of the window, and the green peach blossom trees have thousands of springs."

Everyone onlookers suddenly realized that it was a poem that was descending to the altar, which was the will of the gods. Moreover, this immortal was a goddess and fairy, and the big guy's expression became respectful in an instant.

The statue was still circling, rising and falling, and countless things that could not be recognized on the sand were drawn, and no one could understand it. Of course, Fatty Wang could understand it, and wrote several words magically, saying: "After the order of the Queen Mother, I went to Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea and invited the God of Bixia to Dongkunlun. What questions do you have? Come quickly."

Fatty Wang pretended to be in fear and fearful, and quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, then asked: "Who wants to ask? Just pray so that the immortal can judge."

All the scholars of men are here to join in the fun today. Who is willing to admit that they believe in ghosts and gods? You push me, I push you, and no one is willing to step forward.

Xu Run couldn't help but smile and said, "Since you have nothing to ask about, then I'll ask Qin Yan to ask." He said to Qin Yan, "Come and kneel down, and ask the immortal to judge your life."

Qin Yan, who was confused about the future, had already wanted to ask, and was embarrassed to come out first. When he saw Xu Run calling her, he walked in and Yingying knelt down and prayed silently in his heart.

The god who stopped moved, and wrote a few lines of unimaginable handwriting like a ghost painting. Naturally, Fatty Wang could not defeat him and translated a seven-character poem.

The most pitiful beauty is the most beautiful, and the cuckoo cries blood for a hundred years.

Rebirth does not remember the past events. Father and daughter meet each other in a daze.

Everyone didn't understand the meaning, and some people whispered to explain it. The other three sentences were not difficult, but no one could understand the fourth sentence.

Qin Yan was stunned, and Fatty Wang said, "Pray again, please ask for an explanation."

"Yes." Qin Yan hurriedly kowtowed again.

In this way, Fatty Wang gave four sentences from the goddess: the cause of the previous life and the result of this life; Du Lang retreated, and Jin Weng stepped forward.

Everyone was stunned. Jinpu, the only surnamed Jin, who was present, hurriedly stepped forward respectfully and bowed respectfully, with a serious expression.

The statue of God was soon sentenced to another poem. It was recorded by Fatty Wang. Even Xu Hao was shocked even if he was present, let alone a group of Ming Dynasty people.

It was a pity that the daughter of a beautiful daughter was born in the first place. The three jue had been passed down by Zheng Guangwen. The next day, Mochou Lake went up to the lake and the fragrance of lotus flowers surrounded the girl's tomb. The verdict said: "You were the chief official of Jiangning Prefecture in your previous life, and Du Lang was the daughter of your beautiful daughter. You died in fifteen years. You died of illness. Seventy-seven years ago. The cause is there, and the consequences will be accomplished."

Xu Yu was like everyone else, with an incredible look on his face. Xu Zhu said shockedly: "According to the Supreme Immortal, Qin Yan was actually Brother Jin's daughter in his previous life?"

Qin Yan instantly blushed and became at a loss, and Jin Pu felt strange. Just as he was about to ask clearly, the statue of the god moved again, and Fatty Wang said, "I'm leaving, I'm here." Looking at the statue of the god again, it was already silent.

Since the goddess has left, everyone can only send her off with regrets, burn incense and change wine again, and bow to the gods together.

This time, two little book boys came to write the spirit.

Mr. Sheng smiled and said, "Today, there must be excellent works in the Poxian, so we should read them carefully."

Perhaps this Poxian is the ancient master Su Dongpo. Huifang felt incredible about the current situation and whispered to Su Lan: "Why was Qin Yan's daughter named Jin in her previous life? Could it be that if the father and daughter reunite? Then isn't Qin Yan going to defect to someone else?"

Su Lan also had this feeling, otherwise why was it so coincidental? Even if she believed in the gods, she couldn't help but wonder if Fatty Wang had made secret moves.

Huifang said, "Yesterday I found a house for Qin Yan, which is very suitable. It is in Minghefang, not far from here. I helped her get a housekeeper, which was on Wednesday when driving the bus. He recommended his brother-in-law Xu Xiaosan, and I changed his name to Xu Gui. I didn't expect that this incident would cause me to worry about it in vain?"

"Don't be anxious first." Su Lan comforted, "Everything has not been concluded yet. Let's continue to talk about it first. Anyway, there is the second young master here."

At the same time, the former boss Xi Shiyi, who was on Wednesday, recovered for several months, and had a complete loss of health. He was delayed by taking office.

Logically speaking, after experiencing such a pain and failing to become an official, we should change our past mistakes and become a new person, right? Who knows that the country is easy to change and the nature is difficult to change, and the body is healthy, but we are still restless and persevering.

There is no way, there is a beautiful concubine, chrysanthemum inside the house, and a handsome servant outside. It has been so empty for so long. I have worked hard for myself, as their husband, so I have to be willing to do it?

The problem is that the pencil under the crotch is not appropriate, and I don’t feel anything when I have no idea. After having an idea, the pencil will move. Only half of the thing is left, and the head is gone. In other words, the most exciting part is gone.

Even so, Xi Shiyi wanted to give it a try, so he asked Juhua to take off her clothes and lay down. He held the bait and snatched it in. However, after a few moves, he felt a tendon swollen and painful. He barely moved a few times, and it hurt so much.

The chrysanthemum was so anxious that she burst into tears. The master became half of his father-in-law. How can he endure the rest of his life?

"Oh!" Xi Shiyi sighed to the sky, feeling very sorry. He thought that he was only 30 years old this year, so what fun is there in life?

Seeing the chrysanthemum getting up with dark faces and put on her clothes, Xi Shiyi sighed: "Don't be angry, there are strange people in the world, I don't believe that I can't find a living god. Even if I spend tens of thousands of dollars, I'm willing to replace this thing with a donkey guy."

"Donkey?" Juhua laughed out loud, "Do you really think there is something ridiculous about the book? How is that possible?"

"How is it impossible?" Xi Shiyi said seriously: "In ancient times, there was craniotomy diagnosis and treatment, but now there is a female doctor's opening surgery, so I don't believe it can't be cured."
Chapter completed!